Dialogue—or should I say dragon?
When I first set myself the goal of learning to write, I avoided dialogue as if it were a fire-breathing dragon. Gabriel Garcia Marquez managed to write Love in the Time of Cholera without a single word of dialogue, his narrative voice ancient-sounding and epic.
But yours truly? Not quite there yet. My prose without dialogue was just an abandoned stage set.
“What’d you do?” you ask.
“I faced my fear. I listened to people talk and wrote lots and lots of dialogue.”
“Did it work?”
“Sure did. In a formal critique an editor complimented my dialogue.” (It was the only thing she complimented.)
I know there are other dragons out there waiting to blast me into dust and ashes, but as long as I can face them one at a time?
“Bring ’em on!” I say.